"I wasn't selling the fucking goat, but now I'm invested in its well being." The normalcy of his surroundings weren't lost on him, it was an occupational habit to note details for reports, but he didn't really think much of it. Raven was smart and Fury had enough grudging respect for her skills to assume she wouldn't just have anything incriminating out in the open. Someone who lived their lives in the shadows wasn't likely to pull the same megalomaniacial bullshit you saw from your run-of-the-mill egotistical super villains. Darkholme was a smooth operator, Nick wasn't going to fall for her act. Or her tricks. He scowled as she transformed. "Give it up. You're not gonna fool anyone with that face." He righted a chair, pulled her into a standing position, then sat her down into it and waited for an ETA from Sitwell.